Julio is no Juliet

For the sake of all things holy and sane, please like her. I am begging you. Please do.

I may sound pathetic but I wish you'd see how her eyes light up when you smile. You may see a boy-crazy tiny tot but I see a potential girlfriend who would love and care for you eternally, the one who can pull off crazy efforts for you on occasions, the one who would cheer for you on your games and whatever you do, and the kind who would reassure you that she likes the things you do 'cause boy, oh boy, she would set aside her interests to delve into that world of yours. I just know, boy, and I wish you do too. You take her breath just by walking past her. 

Please don't be cliché-- you know there's more to life than tall, fair-skinned, skinny girls, right? Please, again for the sake of all things holy and sane, like her, and there won't be a day in your life that you'll look for your aforementioned ideals 'cause I'm sure as hell my girl would slay those with her wit, gut, and humor.

I wish you'd like her. Not just because I said so, but also because you were hit by my words. I don't want to force your feelings, hers as well, but I don't want you to miss out on... who knows, the greatest love story of your life, perhaps? The true love you have always prayed for? Again, no one knows, and you won't know until you take action.

For the last time, for the sake of all things holy and sane, please like her. You're missing out on a great girl who deserves to love and feel loved.

Good Looks Ain't Good Enough

An open letter to my privileged officemate who recently got on my nerves.

Hey, dude. Or should I say, "sup, bro?" 'cause in your own little world where money is nothing, that's how you say it. Remember the first employee engagement you were asked to join? I was supposed to be there but earlier that day, I asked my seniors who you are and immediately searched for you on Lync. I was shocked, alright. And hurt.

You have a nice name, really. And a nice title comes with it. Wow, dude, you just got in and you're already a step ahead from me. Wow. It read "Senior Associate." Wow. Just wow. It would've hurt less if I don't care however, I also learned that you just graduated college. Wow! Yay for you! And nay for my ego.

I came back to work after 5 days. The origins were on leave and so am I however, I had to come back that Thursday because fuck my life. I got on my station and my seat wasn't there. Apparently, you took it, so I came up to you and boy, oh boy. I was smittened with your boy-next-door aura and how cute you speak. You were nice. You brought my seat back for me. We learned you were well-off and you thought your salary is not enough when it was way pricier than mine. I admit, I had a crush on you. Until the going gets tough.

You were given to me for training. We talked a lot and I learned you're willing to submit to corruption. You failed an exam twice and was looking for someone whom you could pay to so he'll pass you. Things were redundant 'cause you won't write notes. I was never hard on you, in fact, I brought my nicest facade for you. I swear you abused me. People thought otherwise. It came to a point where we had to throw you out of my group. And you appear to be the victim.

You tainted my image. People sort of turned their backs on me. I was on the verge of giving up. Life went on for me. But it was never the same and never easy.

You hit strike 2 yesterday. I cried out of anger and frustration. You should know the process or at least have an idea of it after all, they gave you your position because of your course. I asked you to be considerate of me and you said you aren't considerate. Well, fuck you. This time I won't let you. You've just been exposed to our leader that you're just playing the victim card. You have been playing with us for so long I think it's about time to reveal who you really are. And nope, I won't change my personality for you. How about you change your work ethics so no one gets enraged, right?

You, sir, are an entitled rich kid. I hope you learned your lesson that the world does not revolve around you. 

And if you don't, well, let me slap with you the truth and a keyboard-- THIS PLACE IS NOT FOR YOU. Oh, and while you're at it, act your age. You're 24 and I'm 21 and who's stronger? Definitely, not you.

One more thing. Equate your attitude with how you look. I am an addition to everyone telling you that you are just a face.

Love, your bitch of an officemate,

J